The clock on the dash read 12:38 a.m. Technically, it was Sunday morning. It helped me to think I was sticking to my Sunday routine, since everything else in my life was starting to feel like a nightmare. Says the guy heading to the graveyard. Still, the place didn’t scare me. I’d been there a hundred times. And even though the faeries of the Dark Court were apparently very real, that didn’t mean other things were out to get me. That’s what I told myself as I opened the big metal gate. It didn’t even bother me that Eddie, the night guard, wasn’t sitting in his post. Yes, this place was so fancy they had a security guard working nights. Graveyard shift at the graveyard. These kinds of thoughts kept my spirits up. Spirits. Get it? A definite chill was creeping down my neck. I followed the little stone paths like I always did, between the gargoyles that kept evil out and the angels that kept goodness in.
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